E are apt to be kinder to the brutes that love us than to the women that love us. Is it because the brutes are dumb?
George Eliot, Adam Bede.
FRONTISPIECE of a new magazine,
With all the fashions which the last month wore,
Colour'd, and silver-paper leaved between
That and the title page, for fear the press
Should soil with parts of speech the parts of dress.
Lord Byron, Beppo.
WISH to consult you upon a little project I have formed," said a noodle to his friend. "I have an idea in my head——" "Have you?" interposed the friend, with a look of great surprise; "then you shall have my opinion at once: keep it there!—it may be some time before you get another."
Horace Smith, The Tin Trumpet.
